In Lu Xiaoyou's line of sight, she could only see the strong and slender legs wrapped in the suit trousers.
When Lu Xiaoyou entered, Zhou Qi stayed outside. It was just the two of them in the lounge, and she walked up to Long Xiliang.
The man looked up at her. Having not seen each other for several days, he was still the same—indifferent, cold, with no emotion on his face.
Lu Xiaoyou knelt on one leg on the couch, sitting on Long Xiliang's lap. She propped herself up with her hands on his legs, smiling playfully,
"Miss me that much, huh? You actually came straight to the mall to find me~"
Her voice was seductive as ever. This woman had never been afraid of him.
Lu Xiaoyou reached out to loop Long Xiliang's tie around her finger, and Long Xiliang grabbed her wrist.
"It seems you've forgotten who is your master."
"Hm?" Lu Xiaoyou noticed that Long Xiliang's mood had darkened.
"Have you turned to Hou Muyan in my absence?"
He asked, and Lu Xiaoyou started laughing, "Jealous?"
